Page 108 of Tricky Princess
Ellea cried out, and he smothered the sound with his lips, tasting her words and burning with her. They burned and burned as their releases snapped out of them, white-hot and endless. Her orgasm felt never-ending, and she wondered if Ros felt the same way as he trembled above her. He rolled them over so she could rest her head on his chest. He was still buried inside of her.
“Ros?” Ellea asked.
“No more, you sex-crazed demon,” he said, kissing the top of her head with a tired sigh.
She laughed, and the movement caused them both to groan. He slowly stroked her back with dull fingers, no longer clawed. If she had the energy to look, she was sure she’d see that his horns were gone too.
Good. She didn’t trust her pussy if they were still out.
She sighed, drawing small circles on his chest.
“We should shower and nap,” she mumbled. “Maybe get an ice pack for my bits.”
“Your bits?” he grumbled. “How about mine? You practically cut off the circulation with your tight—”
She clenched around him, cutting off his words, and he hissed.
“You were saying?”
“Evil dick demon,” he grumbled.
His shadows curled away from him, heading toward the bathroom, and the sound of water running made her groan with relief and a bit of sadness. She would make him run around coated in her scent another day.
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Ellea
Warmth spread through Ellea’s body as she watched a mortal embrace her supernatural husband. They had been apart for Gods know how long, but now one more thing was righted, and she felt an immense amount of joy—even with the creepy red-headed demon next to her.
“Thank you for helping me,” she said to Cara, nudging the icy heir in the ribs with her elbow. “I was worried this would all stop with everything going on.”
Cara chewed her lip, and Ellea couldn’t remember another time she’d looked so human.
“Well…” Cara paused, swallowing hard. “I’ve continued it without you.”
Ellea’s eyes went wide, and when she pressed her hand to her chest, feigning a heart attack, Cara grimaced. Turning on her heel, she stormed away.
“Wait!” Ellea’s short legs chased after her long strides. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect you to be so invested.”
Cara stopped, tapping her foot against the hard dirt. “Well, I am.”
“Why?” Ellea tried to sound open, not wanting to poke the very unstable princess. “Is it an exchange of power thing?”
She had been told a few times that the number of souls in a territory barely tipped the scales, but it made her wonder if there was something she didn’t know, something she had missed in all of her research.
“No, it’s just something to do.” Cara picked at an invisible piece of fuzz on her impeccable cream-colored dress. Ellea cocked a brow at her, knowing that wasn’t all. “It’s something to do that is truly my decision and doesn’t involve my brother.”
“Oh.” She could understand that. “It is strange, but I get it,” she said, raising her palms before Cara began hissing like a cat. “Does he know? You’re always so glued to each other.”
“He suspects something, but I don’t think he knows.”
“Gods, you two are creepy.”
Cara smiled at her deviously. “You enjoy my creep. Especially when I used it to scare Sam.”
Ellea smiled right back and nodded, then they continued back to the castle. Ellea had purposefully lost Sam in a confusing set of hallways. Little did the poor man know that she had turned herself into Cara so the two of them could scare him at every wrong turn. When they finally joined up and the real Cara stood next to her duplicate, they’d slowly walked toward him, reciting lines they had practiced. He’d turned, screaming, and ran into Ros’ waiting arms. She still wasn’t sure how he’d found them, and she was a little annoyed she couldn’t play more.
“Poor Sam,” Ellea said with a laugh. “Oh, speaking of jokes, let me grab some muffins to drop off to the stables.”
